Under My Skin

Negative energies sit under my skin,
A battle with positivity it tries to begin,
Weighing me down a heaviness I bare,
Making me feel like I really don’t care.

An oil assists in bringing it out,
To ensure the battle is won with no doubt,
Exhaustion creates a breakdown in aura,
Creating a blindness to all fauna and flora.

Pure light my soul rests wanting tranquillity,
To hear the peaceful waves of crashing sea,
To see rays of sunlight beaming afar,
To taste the brightness of above’s shining star.

I am a wanderer by nature my name,
Meeting strangers and lost souls can be the game,
Protecting my aura is essential to thee,
The game can blind and burden oh me.

Under my skin an energy dark matter,
Its atoms and particles so clever to scatter,
The toxins it breeds and manifests anger,
Leaving me vulnerable and open to danger.

Rise from the fall white energy to surface,
Eradicating evil forces and highlighting goodness,
An ancient battle of extreme polarities,
Golden chambers hidden secrets its keys.

Unlock pandora’s decorative box,
Of hope and joy no more scandalous fox,
Past memories that haunt and block thy heart,
Let go of black sheep and make a new start.

A new road a new path I now can walk,
The dialogue of past I no longer talk,
For the future holds a brand new dream,
When life is viewed for how it must seem.

The Brighton to London Poet

© 2005 MCARB